Victor?
Victor, is that you?
Victor?
This isn't funny.
FACE TO FACE
Fuck.
Nassim. Oh, shit!
Nothing happened.
I believe you.
No, this will be good for you.
You're like my brother, it's even better.
- Are you dressed? - Yeah.
We have to go.
Could you...? My shoes over there...
Is it raining?
It's three degrees outside and it's set to rain this afternoon.
Let's go.
SAM, ARE YOU FREE?
Seriously?
Robin, there's bread on the table.
Come on, hand it over.
- Feel free to wash from time to time. - But Emmy's in the bathroom!
Tell her to hurry up. Emmy!
Emmy!
- Emmy! - OK, she heard you.
Here you go, big boy. Dad's here.
No, come on!
Hey!
You're impossible.
Here you go.
Yeah...
Is that mom's lipstick?
Yes.
Give it here.
Emmy, hand it over, please.
Wipe it off.
Stop it, you're hurting me!
Dad!
Wipe it off.
Come on, son.
This is not the time.
ARE YOU FREE? I NEED YOU.
What?
- Didn't you see the stop sign? - I didn't run it, Nassim.
- But you know what it means? - Good morning.
Which part of "stop" confuses you?
Hi, gang.
Billie, what does it feel like to be a real cop?
I have a headache.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
- Maybe you should've... - Hélène.
Captain.
Sam?
All good?
What are you doing here?
Samuel Leroy is going to run the unit.
Right.
Sam.
You know Bob, Nassim,
and Billie,
freshly graduated.
And this is Nina Gomez,
26 years old.
The neighbor found her like that this morning.
So...
She's a seamstress.
She likes cat videos and mojitos.
Her password is her date of birth. How original.
And you have a warrant?
Of course.
Right, I'll leave you to it.
They're all yours.
Doesn't look like a home invasion.
Nassim, talk to the neighbors.
Billie, check the connections.
You, Bob, make some legal copies.
I'll go talk to the neighbors.
You deal with the connections. I'll make the copies.
Is that your secret weapon?
Where's your weapon?
In my bag, it's uncomfortable.
A weapon goes on the belt.
Home invasion gone wrong?
More like hacking.
Everything's been plugged out.
It's the best way to reset a system.
Was she strangled?
- Was she strangled? - She can't hear you.
Sam.
Sam, Alice.
The neighbors all say the same thing.
Nice girl, kept to herself.
Ask her if she was a victim of sexual assault.
Not at first glance.
She died yesterday at around 8 p.m.
Yes!
Everything's been deleted. I was right, she was hacked.
UNIT 42
Forty-two: the answer to everything.
Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Don't you know that book?
- I'll lend it to you. - Wow.
Who's that guy?
Does he at least know basic IT?
- Could be worse. - We were doing fine by ourselves.
Your office.
It's peaceful here.
The view's not great, but...
It's home.
- Do I have access to the global database? - You should.
Shit.
Everything was smashed, several times.
- We won't find anything. - Move.
- Is that the mother? - Are you OK?
Miss.
Find everything we have on Victor Vermeulen,
Nina Gomez's ex.
They were supposed to move in together, but she backed out.
The hard drives have crashed. We can't recover anything.
And the Cloud?
That's also been deleted.
But...
we found some hidden emails from a Victor Vermeulen.
A pretty violent guy.
He got sent a pic of his girl with another man.
"Who's that asshole?"
"How could you do this, bitch?"
"Die, bitch."
OK, she sent me a photo.
I got kind of angry.
- Did you threaten her? - Yeah. No...
I got it wrong. It was a photo of her ex.
What do you do for a living?
I'm a gardener.
You know what this is, then?
- Yes, it's a cord. - For gardening.
We all have one, so what?
No! I loved Nina! We were going to move in together.
- Before she cheated on you. - Yes, but it was an old picture.
- An ex from way back! - What were you doing at 8 p.m.?
- With friends at a bar. - Which one?
It's not him.
- Why did you barge in like that? - I'm saving you some time, it's not him.
Is that your years of experience talking?
No. It's the fact that Nina didn't send that photo.
ninagomez@bmail.com.
Yeah.
- It's the same email address. - No.
The "O" in Gomez is a Cyrillic zero.
It looks like an "O", but it's not coded in the same way.
Someone wanted Victor and Nina to fall out.
- The looker in the picture? - No.
He was busy at the time of the murder.
It may have been an ex who wanted Victor back.
And she deleted everything?
Right, see you tomorrow, at 8 a.m.
- We don't do normal office hours here! - I'm off too.
Rehearsals.
- When's the concert? - In 11 days,
two hours and 30 minutes!
Taking note?
That's kind of your style.
- How come you change all of a sudden? - All of a sudden?
- All of a sudden. - I don't.
- What? - I don't know.
My place tonight?
I found out who sent those fake messages to Nina.
Good evening.
And she lives right next door to her.
- Her name is Marie Bilain. - OK.
We have to tell Sam. We won't get a warrant before tomorrow.
Should we go for a spin?
Won't you regret it?
He's hot.
- I called the police! - Police.
Ask for Samuel Leroy.
Where were you last night?
At a friend's place.
I never sent those photos. I don't know them.
Her modem was hacked into.
What?
How?
Someone used your Wi-Fi to hack into your inbox
and send fake emails to Nina.
I'm going to make some coffee.
What are you playing at?
You've cut the formalities?
Procedures, do those mean anything to you?
Milk? Sugar?
No, thanks.
If it's her, we can't arrest her.
Don't worry. I'll pay for your babysitter.
It's all good.
Modems give access to all your personal info: Facebook,
the cloud, calendar, photos.
It's a huge gateway. May I?
Someone has been in the system.
Several times.
You knew that, right?
We've had several attacks.
We can't control everything.
This isn't a crevice, it's a canyon.
How can we keep tabs? We have over 500,000 clients.
So, over 500,000 potential victims.
We're just service providers.
You're the police.
I'm going to need a list of the cyber-attacks.
We can't rebuild the network every week.
The list.
Please.
There's phishing on a sales rep's computer.
It's a fake competition page.
He asks personal questions, a virus collects all the data...
I know what phishing is.
No way.
- It's Cigur. - Cigur?
He signed the virus.
I worked with him.
Back in the day.
That guy's a genius.
He hacked into ATMs and created an algorithm to place bets without paying.
The guy's a genius.
He must've made 800,000 bucks doing that.
He's a thief.
But his code is awesome.
So, Cigur kills Nina Gomez.
He collected in small amounts.
He wasn't getting caught.
Maybe Nina caught on.
And he sends her boyfriend a photo of her with some other guy?
Doesn't add up.
I'll upload spy software onto the system so that as soon as he enters,
we'll get an alert and will be able to follow him. OK?
Give me a heads up this time.
Hey, champ!
- All good? - Yeah.
- What are you eating? - Ice cream.
Ice cream.
You're late.
Sorry.
There are loads of things in the pantry.
I said no ice cream after 5 p.m.
They were starving.
- Couldn't you cook them something? - Go find yourself a real babysitter.
And with your hours, good luck.
I'm off. I've got a date.
- Thanks. - See you, bro.
Look at all this ice cream.
Take down that photo.
Why?
Emmy...
- Pasta or chicken? - Not hungry.
That's what happens when you eat ice cream after 5 p.m.
Life isn't fair.
What makes you say that?
I don't know.
You're right, it's not fair.
Why?
I don't know.
But I love you.
Me too.
Th3m1s! On the other side of the law. Sorry, I can't picture it.
It's not that bad.
- Careful, you'll end up enjoying it. - Do you know who we're trying to catch?
Cigur.
You'll never catch him.
We may with what I uploaded.
He definitely would've installed an anti-tracker.
Yeah, definitely.
I'll clone your screen to help you.
Making any headway with K4oS?
Slowly.
I don't want to get caught.
It was the only solution.
There is another one.
To grieve.
Drop it.
The Feds didn't know you were the hacker.
They kidnapped him.
You're insane.
He dumps his bike the day we were going to expose the dossier.
- You don't think that's odd? - Th3m1s!
- K4oS is dead. - I'll believe it when I see the body.
I'm gonna go get a drink.
I'm coming.
We got his address.
Careful with my stuff.
- Cigur. - Don't push me.
Who's "we"?
Me and my intelligence.
Let go.
I'm coming.
I want that back in the same condition. Let go!
Do we have proof?
The Trojan horse saved the details.
Hi.
- Jean-Marc Rocher. - Cigur.
Can I get my stuff back?
- We've been looking for you for a while. - Happy to oblige.
Is he allowed to keep my stuff?
You stole over 800,000.
ATMs, algorithms.
- And now modems. - What are you talking about?
You couldn't help signing your code.
We all do it, right?
If you say so.
See here? That's you.
A very nice code.
But mine's better.
Theft gets you ten years jail time. Five if they reduce the sentence.
- Murder gets you around 30 years. - I've never killed anyone.
We put a Trojan horse in the modem. It links you directly to the victim.
You're going to prison.
That's not a Trojan horse.
That's illegal software.
Even if I did take money, your software wouldn't hold up in court.
I'm not a killer.
Billie.
Hey!
Your code reminds me of someone online.
- Th3m1s. - Billie!
Know that person?
Your code really was very cool.
The software is illegal.
We may have to let him go.
She hasn't quite found her feet yet.
Did you know she was a hacker?
- Do you trust her? - She was a white hat.
Nothing sinister.
She hacked into sites to improve them,
not to scam them.
I thought this was a well-oiled machine.
Do you want to get transferred?
No.
Maybe you came back too soon.
Hello?
Sam.
Another murder.
Same MO.
Céline Jacob, 25 years old, dead for around 16 hours.
Her brother found her.
She was found naked, but no signs of sexual assault.
- Like before. - He enjoys strangling.
Is that Bach?
But...
can you hear that?
Maybe one day.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Thank you.
The computer was plugged out.
Content deleted, like at Nina Gomez's place.
And like Nina Gomez, naked in front of the screen.
Hold on...
Notice anything?
There.
- The angle of the webcam? - Yes.
He's watching them
before killing them.
It's not a hacker, it's an online voyeur.
Hacking into a webcam is easy.
Really?
Yeah.
No way.
Billie!
What was that?
We're really badly protected, but nobody cares.
Turn it back on.
Go on, turn it back on.
Hello?
I'm just calling to find out what you're up to.
Homework.
No ice cream this evening?
No, don't worry, I learned my lesson.
I can see you.
- What do you mean you can see me? - Through the webcam.
What?
Are you watching us?
Goddam, tight-assed fascist!
Turn it off.
CANNOT CONNECT TO THE INTERNET
Hello, welcome to BelTel. How may I help you?
- My Internet has stopped working. - Name and surname, please.
Marie Bilain.
Marie.
- Bilain, B-I-L-A-I-N? - Yes.
We'll sort this out together.
Have you changed the password recently?
Yes.
Why?
My modem was hacked into.
- The police told me to change it. - The police?
Give me your new password.
Please.
It's M-A in capital letters,
34, S-O in lower case.
There we go.
That should be working again.
It works. Thank you.
My pleasure, Marie.
I hope you have an excellent day.
Have a good day.
Marie.
Hello. Welcome to BelTel. How may I help you?
It's late.
I know, sorry.
- You spied on me like a suspect. - It's for an investigation.
What are you doing?
Changing the password.
Have you found a nanny?
Not yet.
Listen, Tom, the kids love you.
I know it's tough for you with your movie projects, but...
- The kids need you. - I know.
You shouldn't work so much.
Can you stand still for two seconds? You're stressing me out.
Yeah.
So, how's your new team?
All right.
Really?
That bad?
No, they're fine.
LAST NAME: CHAPPARD
NAME: ANTOINE
SEARCH
CONFIDENTIAL FILE
Good evening.
Nina Gomez.
Céline Jacob.
Different jobs, different hobbies.
They didn't hang out at the same places.
Nina was in a three-year relationship.
She was going to move in with him.
And Céline Jacob was single. Nothing in common.
They were both beautiful. They have that in common.
Check voyeurism sites and forums.
You have to upload images to join those forums.
No, those sites are outdated.
Instagram, Facebook, Snapchat, heard of those? Come.
No need for voyeurism sites. Everyone does it for free.
Hey!
Do we still have Cigur's stuff from the raid?
How do you have my password?
Thanks, Bob.
Of course.
Céline Jacob and Nina Gomez had the same modem.
Maybe Cigur copied the web traffic details
before the killer deleted them.
Shit.
She took my mug.
We can see when the webcams were switched on more often.
When he started spying on his victims.
That's right.
Gomez, on the 4th and Jacob on the 21st.
Can you get a copy of the calls the victims made?
Yes.
Bob, I said no sugar.
I said not my mug.
Look.
Both victims called their Internet provider.
Gomez on the 4th...
and Jacob on the 21st.
So, after the victims called, the webcams were permanently turned on.
Céline Jacob wanted to change provider. I found contract stuff in her belongings.
Gomez was going to move in with her boyfriend
who was also with another provider.
The killer didn't want them to change.
Why?
So that he could keep spying on them.
He works at BelTel.
CALL CENTER AGENT
No!
It can't be one of our employees.
Why not?
On the 4th and the 21st...
who answered those two calls?
I can't find it.
What do you mean?
Calls are listed with a ticket. They're missing.
Who has access to those tickets?
Me.
Who was working on the 4th and 21st?
- Thirty-two people. - Let's suppose the killer is a man.
That leaves 15.
If tickets were deleted, the calls wouldn't show up.
Who doesn't have a call on the 4th at 6:26 p.m.
and on the 21st at 9:27 a.m.?
That leaves two.
- They were working that day. No ticket. - Their names?
Philippe, he's there.
- And the other? - Julien, but he didn't come in today.
We need his address right now.
It's over there.
- Aren't we waiting for the tactical unit? - Not going solo this time?
I don't like weapons.
You aced your firearms training.
You hacked into it.
Fuck, it's Nina Gomez.
He's recording something.
That's Marie Bilain's place.
- It's not far. - Stay there. Try to warn her, I'll go.
Shit!
Shit, Sam!
- Hello? - Sam.
- I'm listening. - He's at her place.
- I'm on my way. - Step on it!
Pick up!
- Hello, it's... - Shit, shit!
Oh, God.
No.
He's there!
Turn around!
Dammit, no!
Stop!
Stop that!
Asshole!
Oh, God.
According to his files, he spied on at least five other people.
- You make a good team. - Are you kidding?
- She doesn't know any protocols. - Yes I do!
I adapt them to the moment.
That's all.
I'm not a tight-assed fascist.
Shall we talk about Cigur? We had to let him go because of you.
Without him, Marie might be dead.
Isn't it thanks to Bérangère Vebber that we solved the investigation?
Oh, come on! It's Billie Vebber!
Hélène...
We do work well together, but must we work in the basement?
What about upstairs?
Right. Go home.
The report can wait.